holdin bck lyrics

[Intro: tana]
All of this sh*t that I'm feelin'
All of this sh*t that I'm feelin'

[Verse 1: tana]
All of this sh*t I'm feelin'
All of this sh*t I'm feelin', why would I hold it back?
Bad ass b*tch tryna grab on my sack
n*gga run up- he get slapped
I knock a n*gga- right off the map
This b*tch in love, I double-tap
I'm with my beehive, b*tch, my slatt
Young n*gga, I'm on that new sh*t
I'm with my bloods kickin' sh*t on my bool sh*t
n*gga run up then he eatin' a full clip
These n*gga fake as a f*ck and I knew it
She give me the pus*y but I won't abuse it
Put all that pain sh*t into the music
n*gga say he want smoke, let's do it
Walk in the trap spot and I get to it

[Verse 2: tana]
b*tch said she was pregnant, hell no it ain't mine
You wanna QP? Hit me on Facetime
You can f*ck any b*tch, but you can't bang mine
She wanna chat, b*tch, it ain't time
b*tch, I'm a Rastafarian, got hang time
I heard y'all n*ggas was lame through the grapevine
I heard y'all n*ggas was wack
I took your sh*t, you not gettin' it back
Stick in my jeans, I'm ain't scared to attack
Put all this real life sh*t into rap
And this not no Migo Lee
Walk up, b*tch thought I was Migo Lee
And I'm totin' that rifle, that big ol' thing
Try and ride this wave and yo' ass gon' sink
[Verse 3: tana]
pus*y, boy you a rookie
b*tch eat di*k up, just like a cookie
He say he tapped in, you want a cookie?
My brother locked up, no you can't book me
He got that chain on, it's gon get tooken
b*tch get smacked up, if her ass looking
n*gga get packed up, leave his ass shooken

[Bridge: tana]
b*tch wan' make a movie
I got a bad b*tch, she off the Tusi
I hit my dance, lil' b*tch, like I'm Toosii
I got a bad b*tch with a big booty
Got hella hoes and they thought I was fruity
I got them long locs, b*tch, like I'm Nudy
I got the sack and I'm gettin' straight to it
Bro got the pack in, told him let's do it

[Verse 4: che]
n*gga try to run from the Drac', he can't from the spray
Brodie out servin' the eighth while I'm blitzin' his jay
Just spent like $500, b*tch, on these Margiela kicks
Lil' b*tch she talkin' bout her day but I'm tryna get spit
Everyday we put on Bape, man that sh*t is expensive
n*gga try to talk on the gang then his ass gettin' spint
I put like-, $5-$500 on this lil' pendant
I feel like, f-f*ck the Rap, I'm independent
My sh*t gon'- drop a lil' neck in her panties
These n*ggas- snitch on they dawg for a penny
Shoutout my- ma, I ain't talkin' bout Remy
Sippin' on- D’USSÉ, I start to feel heavy
What would you-, What would you do if I left you
Shooter gon- shoot at the opp like 11
I puttin' on- True Religion for your bestie
Coming like-, shoot baby with a new Desi
[Outro: che]
Hell yeah, f*ck you talkin 'bout, n*gga (Lemme hear that)
-Keep going, n*gga ran up and you know bullets keep going
n*gga talk down, we gon- Keep snowin'
Yeah I got drip and some more sh*t, aight (Let me come hear that sh*t b*tch)